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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Faust,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.