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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.