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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Pylon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.