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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Wire,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.