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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.