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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet 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?
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.