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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.