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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.