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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
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.