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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Technova,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.