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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.