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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Can,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.