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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.