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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.