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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.