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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Technova,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.