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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.