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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.