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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.