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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.