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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.