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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.