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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.