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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.