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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.