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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.