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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
JFA,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.