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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.