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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.