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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
MC5,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Smog,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.