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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.