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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.