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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.