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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.