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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.