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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.