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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.