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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.