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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.