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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Suicide,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.