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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.