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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.