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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.