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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.