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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Erasure,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.