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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.