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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.