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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.