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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.