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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.