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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Section 25,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.