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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.