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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.