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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.