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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.