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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.