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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Can,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.