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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.