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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.