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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.