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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.