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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.