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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.