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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.