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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Lyres,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.