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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.