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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.