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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.