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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.