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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
X-101,
X-102,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.