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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.