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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.