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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Aswad,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.