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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.