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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.