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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.