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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.