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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.