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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
ABC,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.