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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.