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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.