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 Israel and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.