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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.