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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.