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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Skriet,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.