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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.