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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.