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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Brick,
The Move,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.