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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.