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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Faust,
Scion,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Names,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
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.