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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.