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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.