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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.