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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.