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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.