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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.