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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.