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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
New Order,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.