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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.