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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.