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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.