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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.