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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.