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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Smog,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.