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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.