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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.