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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Technova,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.