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 Norway and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Neu!,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.