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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.