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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.