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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.