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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
UT,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.