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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.