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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.