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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.