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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.