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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.