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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Count Five,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.