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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Visage,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.