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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.