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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.