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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.