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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.