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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Franke,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Nas,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.