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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.