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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.