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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.