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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.