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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.