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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.