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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.