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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.