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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.