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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.