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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Standells,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.