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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.