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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.