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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.