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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.