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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.