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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.