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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.