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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.