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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.