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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.