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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.