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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.