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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.