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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.