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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.