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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.