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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.