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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Index,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.