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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.