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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.