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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.