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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.