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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
UT,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.