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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.