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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.