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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.