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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
New Order,
Can,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.