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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.