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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.