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 Lithuania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.