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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.