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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.