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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.