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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.