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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.