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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.