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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.