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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.