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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.