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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Germs to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.