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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.