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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.