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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.