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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.