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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.