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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.