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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
AZ,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.