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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.