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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.