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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Erasure,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.