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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.