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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Model 500,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.