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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.