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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Q65,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.