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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.