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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.