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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.