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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.