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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
June Days,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.