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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.