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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.