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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.