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 Laos and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.