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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Oneida,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.