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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.