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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.