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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.