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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Echospace,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.