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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.