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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Move,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.