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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Names,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.