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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.