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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.