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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.