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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Smog,
AZ,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.