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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.