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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.