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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Monks,
Index,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.