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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.