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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.