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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.