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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.