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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.