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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.