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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.