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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.