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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
ABC,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.