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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Fear,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.