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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.