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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.