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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.