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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.