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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.