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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.