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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.