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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.