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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.