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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.