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 Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Echospace,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.