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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Pole,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.