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 United States and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.