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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.