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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.