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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.