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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.