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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.