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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.