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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.