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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.