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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.