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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.