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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.