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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.