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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.