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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.