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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.