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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.