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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.