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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.