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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.