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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.