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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.