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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.