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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Mars,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Television,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.