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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.