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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
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.