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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Evens,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.