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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.