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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.