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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.