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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.