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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.