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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.