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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.