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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.