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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.