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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.