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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.