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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.