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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.