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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 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 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.