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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Wings,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.