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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
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.