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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.