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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.