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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.