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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.