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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Visage,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.