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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.