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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.