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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.