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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.