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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.