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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.