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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.