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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.