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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Scientists,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Busters,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.