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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.