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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.