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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.