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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.