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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.