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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.