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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Technova 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.