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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.