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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.