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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.