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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.