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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Faust,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.