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 Austria and from New York.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.