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 China and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.