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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.