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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.