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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.