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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.