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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
10cc,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.