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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
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.