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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.