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 Korea South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.