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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Erasure,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.