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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Magma,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.