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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Can,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.