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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.