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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.