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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.