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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Swans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.