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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.