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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.