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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Scion,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.