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 Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.