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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Can,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.