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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.