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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.