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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.