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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.