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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.