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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.