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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Index,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.