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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.