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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.