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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.