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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.