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 Congo 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.