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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.