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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.