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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Q65,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.