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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.