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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.