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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.