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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.