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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.