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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.