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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.