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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.