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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Skriet,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.