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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.