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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Index,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.