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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.