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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.