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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.