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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.