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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.