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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.