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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.