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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.