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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.