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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.