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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.