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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.