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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.