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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.