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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.