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 Israel 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.