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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.