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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Television,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.