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 Gabon and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
AZ,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.