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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.