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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Little Man 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.