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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
MC5,
Television,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.