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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.