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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.