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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
AZ,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.