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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.