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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Visage,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.