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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Moebius,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.