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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.