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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.