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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.