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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.