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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Television,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.