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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.