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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.