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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.