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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.