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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.