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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.