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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.