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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.