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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.