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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.