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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.