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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.