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 China and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.