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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Magma,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.