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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Aswad,
MDC,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
UT,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.