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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.