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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Index,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.