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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Flipper,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.