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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.