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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.