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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Q65,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.