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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.