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 Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.