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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Slave,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Japan,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, 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.