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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.