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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.