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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.