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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Make Up,
Magazine,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.