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 Woodstock.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Index,
Technova,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.