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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.