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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.