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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.