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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.