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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.