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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.