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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Swans,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.