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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.