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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.