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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.