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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.