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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
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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.