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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.