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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.