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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.