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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.