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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.