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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.