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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.