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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.