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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.