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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Smog,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
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.