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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter 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 techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.