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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.