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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.