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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Yaz,
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.