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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.