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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.