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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.