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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.