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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Cymande,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.