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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.