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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.