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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.