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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.