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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.