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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.