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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.