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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.