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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.