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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.