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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
CMW,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.