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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.