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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
AZ,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.