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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.