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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.