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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.