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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.