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 France and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.