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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.