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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.