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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.