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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.