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 India and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.