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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.