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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.