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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.