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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.