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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.