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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
JFA,
New Order,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.