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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.