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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.