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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Can,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.