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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.