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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.