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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.