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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.