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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.