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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.