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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
The Wake,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.