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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.