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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.