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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.