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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.