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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.