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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.