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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.