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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.