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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.