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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.