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 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Japan,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.