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 Mauritius 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
JFA,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.