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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.