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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Deakin,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.