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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.