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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.