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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.