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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.