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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.