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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.