Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.