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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.