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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.