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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.