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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.