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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.