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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.