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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.